My brother, T, moved in with us last weekend. He'll be 18 on Thursday. On the drive up to get him, C and I were talking about how to do certain things-bank account, car buying, credit card. You know.
And it occurred to us- we are doing this completely backwards.
We get the kid when we are supposed to be getting rid of the kid.
Not that we are trying to "raise" him or anything. I mean, I'm only 8 years older than him-that'd be...weird. We are just here to help him get on his feet.
The point is, we're supposed to be having a baby, but we aren't.
So we have a teenager living in our house. It's...different. All of the things we were used to doing while we lived alone we have to do differently.
Like closing the door when I shower. That's the most annoying thing I've noticed. I can't stand a steamy bathroom. Moving on.
C seems to be handling the change well, they've always gotten along great. Plus, T came with an Xbox. That's a win for him. And while I'm working out at the Rec Center they play basketball together. Another win.
Wait, what am I getting out of this?
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